Sweet dreams- Sweet dreams little angel as you lay your head to rest. May your dreams be filled with visions of sweet love, flowers and sunshine. May they penetrate the darkness of your lonely nights and wrap you in warmth and tenderness. If only I could steal a moment of your sweet dreams, to share them with you. So I might brave the darkness of my lonely night as well. I would make that moment last and eternity. Sweet dreams little angel. A Kiss- A kiss sparks dream A dream develops an image An image composes a plan A plan maps a reality A reality becomes a dream A dream beckons a kiss A kiss seals a moment I'll Search For You- I'm searching for a love that will Stand the test of time Many days I thought I found The love I'm meant to find It didn't last into the dawn When the sun began to shine I'll search for you..... I'll search for you..... I'll search for you until the end of time I will know that you're the one The one I'm meant to find And when I find..I find a love A love I can't deny I'm gonna keep our love alive Until the end of time I'll search for you..... I'll search for you..... I'll search for you until the end of time TWINKIE- The night was as moist as a Betty Crocker chocolate layer cake. The air was meaty, dripping with juices, basted with brown sugar and wine. The moist night air surrounded a house in an upper middle class neighborhood. The address was 32 Maple Walnut Grove. In that house was a small bedroom at the top of the stairs, first door on your right. In that small bedroom at the top of the stairs, first door on your right slept a boy named Billy, Billy Baskin Robins. In the corner of the small bedroom that Billy slept in, at the top of the stairs, first door on your right, was Billy's most prized possession, his Golden Hamster named Twinkie. But this moist night was different from the rest. This was the night that Twinkie escaped. The night he fled from captivity, from the glass cage and cedar chips, from the wheel that goes no place. The night he fled from his enslavement and made himself a free hamster, or so he thought. The cage was only the appetizer, only the first barrier to cross. There was more, much more. There was the entire house to conquer. Yes, the infamous house, with its stairs, its cats, dogs, doors, baseboard heat and so on. It was enough to squeeze the cream filling out of even the bravest hamster. Nobody said escape was going to be easy. Twinkie knew what was in store for him. But he also knew what he must do. He must succeed. If not for himself, for the millions of other hamsters being held captive like Twinkie was. He must send a message to all hamsters and humans. That they shall no longer give in to the oppression but resolve to fight for their freedom, and have it! Twinkie had climbed to the top of his water bottle and pushed open the lid to his cage. As soon as he was out, he used the lamp cord to climb down to the floor. He was free from his cage but far from total freedom. Twinkie's struggles had just begun. He needed transportation fast. But what should he use? He scanned his tiny brain for anything that could help. Finally an idea came to him. He would use his hamster wheel to get around. Who would have thought that Billy's birthday gift would be the means of Twinkie’s escape! Oh! The irony of it all! Twinkie hopped into the wheel and started to run. He ran faster and faster. The wheel started to spin at a high rate of speed and propelled across the room and out the door. It was at that moment that Twinkie made his ultimate mistake. He forgot that he lived in a cage that was in a small bedroom at the top of the stairs, first door on your right. The wheel was racing towards the stairs at break neck speed. Twinkie had only a moment to respond. He instantly stopped running. But his momentary choice was wrong. Instead of stopping the wheel, the little fur ball was swept up in the momentum of it. He started to spin inside the wheel. He was out of control. The wheel cleared the top step like a space shuttle of a launch pad. Twinkie and the wheel plummeted down the stairs like a skier on the Wide World of Sports. He came to rest at the foot of the stairs. An eerie silence fell over the room as the Twinkie lie motionless on the floor. Then his worst fear became a reality. Twinkie's tiny body resembled a pancake, a flap jack, a hamburger, an upside-down cake, Hungarian Goulash, pea soup and so on. Yes, sadly our hamster hero was toast. Word about Twinkie and his attempt at freedom spread throughout the hamster world like warm butter on a hot biscuit. The other hamsters knew that his short lived struggle was for the good of all furry pet rodents. Twinkie was not forgotten. Instead he accomplished in death what he failed at in life; that was to liberate all hamsters from their bondage. For hamsters everywhere the struggle for freedom will forever be fueled by Twinkie's sacrifice. Twinkie was and always will be the frosting on the cake of life.